there isn't time to protest or shout or demand a fucking explanation before he's blinking up at a bloodshot sky, his back pressed to unforgiving stone. the sound alone is enough to drive a person crazy. ashe feels crazy, tearing his eyes from the red horror above him to delta's blood as it drips down his arm, a drop falling toward him to soak the fabric of his shirt.
he told him to leave. was this why? no — he refuses to think about it, refuses to make fucking excuses in the hopes of making himself feel better. fuck that shit. delta said what he said, and the reasons behind it don't matter in their present situation. whatever this situation is.
he hauls the both of them to their feet, one hand twisted into delta's shirt as he looks around and tries to formulate words that aren't fuck or shit or fucking shit. ]
Where the fuck are we? Huh? [ he gives delta a little shake, but not as hard as he wants to because he's bleeding more than should be comfortable. ashe leans down and snatches his blade, clutching it tightly as if he expects a three-headed monster to come rushing at them at any moment. it could. he doesn't fucking know.
at least the ghost is gone. one more second of looking at its melted face and ashe might have thrown up right on delta's chucks.
not that this is any better. why the fuck are they here? is this an accident? is this delta's way of getting back at him? is the story about genevieve even fucking true or did she do something to piss him off and delta dumped her into another dimension on purpose? is that what's about to happen to him?
his switchblade trembles in his grip, his lungs tightening as his breath grows shorter. is this karma? is this what he gets for killing a man in his living room, for watching him slowly die without lifting a finger to help because he'd been too terrified to move? he chokes on the breath trying to escape his throat, the corners of his eyes stinging, and he turns to delta to grasp his collar, shoving him into one of the pillars. ]
What the fuck are you trying to do?
[ a burst of flame explodes directly beside the pillar. ashe flinches, dragging delta away from it without thinking. he lets go of his collar, staggering away and covering one ear with his hand. it's so loud. it's so fucking loud. ]
Shit. Shit. [ the blade slips from his hand, and fire engulfs it before it even hits the stone. ashe jumps back, his face stricken with panic as he meets delta's eyes for a half second.
no. no, no, no. fuck no. not again. never again. ]
Get the fuck away from me. Stay away! [ he takes a step backwards, dragging in a ragged breath before he turns and starts running. delta might be a lying piece of shit, but he can't do that again. not with anyone. no one deserves to die like that.
he's not going to be the reason that delta fucking burns to death. ]
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there isn't time to protest or shout or demand a fucking explanation before he's blinking up at a bloodshot sky, his back pressed to unforgiving stone. the sound alone is enough to drive a person crazy. ashe feels crazy, tearing his eyes from the red horror above him to delta's blood as it drips down his arm, a drop falling toward him to soak the fabric of his shirt.
he told him to leave. was this why? no — he refuses to think about it, refuses to make fucking excuses in the hopes of making himself feel better. fuck that shit. delta said what he said, and the reasons behind it don't matter in their present situation. whatever this situation is.
he hauls the both of them to their feet, one hand twisted into delta's shirt as he looks around and tries to formulate words that aren't fuck or shit or fucking shit. ]
Where the fuck are we? Huh? [ he gives delta a little shake, but not as hard as he wants to because he's bleeding more than should be comfortable. ashe leans down and snatches his blade, clutching it tightly as if he expects a three-headed monster to come rushing at them at any moment. it could. he doesn't fucking know.
at least the ghost is gone. one more second of looking at its melted face and ashe might have thrown up right on delta's chucks.
not that this is any better. why the fuck are they here? is this an accident? is this delta's way of getting back at him? is the story about genevieve even fucking true or did she do something to piss him off and delta dumped her into another dimension on purpose? is that what's about to happen to him?
his switchblade trembles in his grip, his lungs tightening as his breath grows shorter. is this karma? is this what he gets for killing a man in his living room, for watching him slowly die without lifting a finger to help because he'd been too terrified to move? he chokes on the breath trying to escape his throat, the corners of his eyes stinging, and he turns to delta to grasp his collar, shoving him into one of the pillars. ]
What the fuck are you trying to do?
[ a burst of flame explodes directly beside the pillar. ashe flinches, dragging delta away from it without thinking. he lets go of his collar, staggering away and covering one ear with his hand. it's so loud. it's so fucking loud. ]
Shit. Shit. [ the blade slips from his hand, and fire engulfs it before it even hits the stone. ashe jumps back, his face stricken with panic as he meets delta's eyes for a half second.
no. no, no, no. fuck no. not again. never again. ]
Get the fuck away from me. Stay away! [ he takes a step backwards, dragging in a ragged breath before he turns and starts running. delta might be a lying piece of shit, but he can't do that again. not with anyone. no one deserves to die like that.
he's not going to be the reason that delta fucking burns to death. ]